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"I think we should send him to the hospital! He needs a comprehensive check-up; maybe there's something wrong here," the doctor said, pointing to his head.
Captain Xing nodded in agreement.
The ambulance took the still unconscious Hao Hongtao away.
Since there was nothing else to do for the time being, they bid farewell to Captain Xing and returned to school, while Chu Feifan remained silent, seemingly saddened by Qin Yu's situation.
"Are you upset about Qin Yu?" As they walked toward the Pavilion, Su Jin'er asked Chu Feifan.
"No, I just feel that those things aren't what Qin Yu would do," Chu Feifan replied, still looking down.
"What? You can't possibly have developed feelings for that ruthless woman! That's why you're saying she's not the Killer, right?" Ruan Hongmei interjected on Su Jin'er's behalf.
"That's not it. Hao Hongtao is right; Qin Yu has a strong sense of pride and is striving to rise. There's a saying that people climb high while water flows low; we should understand that."
"That's true, but how can you be sure she isn't using despicable means to climb higher?" Ruan Hongmei pondered aloud, tapping her chin with her finger.
"Chu Feifan is correct; Qin Yu might not be the Killer, but this matter definitely relates to her."
Hearing Su Jin'er say the same thing made Ruan Hongmei pout and fall silent.
This matter was certainly not as simple as it appeared on the surface. Perhaps they should start from the beginning; she couldn't shake the feeling that the Killer behind this case was targeting her for some reason.
"Maybe we should investigate from the start," she seemed to be talking to herself, yet it felt like she was addressing them.
"Have you thought of something?" Ruan Hongmei asked.
"The singing, that singing that appeared from the very beginning."
"Is it the singing that almost made you jump off the building that night?" Ruan Hongmei also thought of it.
"Yes, perhaps this singing has existed for a long time."
"What do you mean?" Everyone was confused by her sudden words.
"When that case was still unresolved, I went to town with Xiaoyuan. We stayed there for a night, and that night, Xiaoyuan almost jumped off the building. The situation that night was similar to mine."
"So you're saying the Killer has been planning this all along," Zuo Yi, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up.
Su Jin'er reviewed everything that had happened and then made a decision. She didn't plan to continue investigating with Captain Xing because she felt that some matters became hesitant with police involvement.
"Um, I want to tell everyone something. From now on, we will investigate this matter ourselves. However, Feifan, can you be responsible for exchanging the information we gather with what Captain Xing finds? This way, we can make the Killer let down their guard. If we don't contact Captain Xing, maybe they will reveal a flaw."
Chu Feifan nodded and said, "Okay, this way we can keep things under wraps."
After discussing everything, they returned to their dorms and decided to communicate about the case only through their phones.
"Jin'er, don't you find it strange?"
"What is it?"
"That Zhuang Lingtian who has been sticking to you these past few days seems to have not shown up in the last couple of days."
Ruan Hongmei hadn't noticed it until now, but thinking of Zhuang Lingtian reminded her of the bracelet called Blood Jade. Her gaze unconsciously fell on her wrist, only to suddenly realize that the bracelet was missing.
"Where did my bracelet go?" she asked, a bit panicked.
"Is it the one with the red blood-like strands?"
"Yes, have you seen it?"
"Oh! You took it off while showering yesterday, so I put it away for you." Saying this, she opened the rightmost drawer of the desk, which originally belonged to Linyuan, and took out the bracelet.
She sighed in relief and said, "That's good; I thought I lost it!"
"Do you care about this bracelet?" Ruan Hongmei's tone was somewhat strange, but Su Jin'er, who was still looking at the bracelet, seemed not to have noticed.
"Yeah!"
"Then?? What about the person who gave you the bracelet?"
Su Jin'er was taken aback for a moment and then replied, "I only care about the bracelet because I find it very peculiar."
Even as she said this, for some reason, there was a fleeting moment when she felt that Ruan Hongmei's expression was not one of concern but rather sadness, a kind of sorrow akin to losing a lover.
When she looked at her again, her expression had returned to normal. Perhaps she had just imagined it; that's what she thought.
"That's good; I thought you were concerned about the person who gave you the bracelet! Otherwise, Feifan might get upset." Although Ruan Hongmei was joking, for some reason, Su Jin'er always felt something was off.
Was she too nervous?
She rubbed her forehead; the series of cases had left her feeling a bit dizzy.
Su Jin'er decided to wait and see tonight, hoping to catch another glimpse of that strange girl. Perhaps she knew something. Su Jin'er still hadn’t shared her thoughts with Ruan Hongmei because she didn’t want her to end up in danger like Xiaoyuan.
The entire afternoon passed in tension and unease.
That night, she planned to get up after Ruan Hongmei fell asleep, but just as Ruan Hongmei began to breathe evenly, the eerie knocking sound echoed through the room.
Knock? Knock? Knock??
It was still three knocks, rhythmic and dull.
Her heart raced, as if it might leap out of her chest at any moment.
Just as Su Jin'er was about to get up, Ruan Hongmei stirred in her bed and then exclaimed angrily, “Who is it? Who’s knocking at this hour?”
Outside, there was silence; the strange knocking had ceased, replaced by an eerie quietness where even the sound of breathing seemed to vanish.
Not hearing a response, Ruan Hongmei muttered under her breath, “Crazy people,” and went back to sleep. Meanwhile, Su Jin'er, who couldn’t sleep, felt her nerves tightening.
About ten minutes later, as beads of sweat formed on Su Jin'er’s forehead from anxiety, the knocking sounded again. She sat up; this time she had to see what was causing the disturbance.
Resolute, she slowly got out of bed and quietly walked toward the door. She recalled the terrifying eyes she had seen last time—would she see them again?
She trembled as she placed her hand on the doorknob, fear coursing through her body, making her feel almost unsteady. The eerie knocking sound echoed again, as if it were striking directly at her heart.
Taking a deep breath, she pulled the door open with force.
Silence, a deathly silence.
There were no eyes outside like she had seen last time. So who was knocking?
She slowly stepped outside; the corridor was quiet, only her pounding heartbeat breaking the stillness.
Suddenly, she caught sight of a white hem at the corner of the staircase. Although the corridor was dimly lit, it was still vaguely visible.
As she approached, the hem swiftly moved down the stairs at a rapid pace.
Was it her?
To prevent her from escaping again, Su Jin'er quickly chased after her, the sound of her footsteps echoing harshly in the empty stairwell.
Something felt off; what was wrong?
She pondered as she ran.
Yes, it was the footsteps. The girl made no sound at all. Given her speed, it was impossible not to make any noise unless she wasn't human.
This thought caused Su Jin'er to suddenly halt. In those brief seconds, the White-Dressed Girl vanished from her sight once more. At that moment, she realized she stood once again in the woods where the Morgue was located.
Why does she always bring herself into this forest? Could it be that the answer lies within these woods?
The White-Clad Girl has disappeared in the forest twice; could it prove that she hasn't left but is still hiding somewhere, watching her? The thought of something that may not even be human observing her sends chills down her spine. She cautiously looks around, feeling as if some unknown monster lurks in the dark night, ready to leap out and devour her whole.
If it were to bite her to death and then slowly consume her, that would be one thing. But if it were to tear off her arm or leg and drag her into a cave to wait for death, that would be terrifying.
She suddenly thinks that perhaps people are not afraid of death itself, but rather the process of dying—or waiting to die.
Ahead lies the Morgue. Perhaps she is there.
She slowly steps toward the Morgue. With each step closer, she feels the temperature drop a little. Is the old man who watches over the Morgue here?
The moon has unexpectedly appeared, illuminating the surroundings, but perhaps it is the brightness of Silver Tai that makes everything feel even more eerie.
At that moment, she suddenly hears faint footsteps.
"Is that you, Grandpa?"
As soon as she asks, she regrets it because the footsteps are hurried and could not possibly belong to an old man.
Fear causes her body to tremble as the sense of danger draws nearer.
Run!
This is all she can think of now.
However, she remained standing in place, not because she couldn't escape, but because she didn't want to. She wanted to see what it was that terrified her so much.
Yet, waiting did not bring her what she wanted to see. The cold wind seemed to have vanished, replaced by the tranquility and comfort of the night, with no trace of fear remaining.
Still, despite this, her clothes were soaked with sweat.
Could the feeling she had just experienced have been an illusion?
No, that sensation was too real; it couldn't have been a hallucination. But why had it disappeared?
The surroundings darkened again, as if the moon was deliberately creating an eerie atmosphere for her.
A faint scent of blood suddenly invaded her nostrils, sending a jolt of fear that made her heart tighten once more.
The moon peeked out again, and she finally saw clearly the source of the bloody smell.
A bloodied corpse was hanging from a tree not far away.
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